Category: Culture

When you’re in times of trouble, document your rage online. Daniel was tired. I was tired. The customer service call was just going round and round in circles. He kept telling me there was nothing he could do. My claim had been rejected. I calmly repeated that by law I was entitled to that refund. The […]

The battle for most practical panties seems to be on. Gone are the days of pants simply hiding your shame and offering a paltry barrier to the cold. Now they actually DO stuff. In the Red Corner… For those of you who haven’t been exposed to the viral advertising campaign infecting Facebook feeds, THINX are a […]

Women who sleep with my boyfriend, then have the cheek to comment on my sexual history will be verbally decimated. There is nothing that will get a woman more angry than finding out she’s being cheated on. Oh wait, how about his side chick calling her promiscuous. “He thought that because you’ve slept with so many more […]

Why have some people got their panties in a bunch about loving Pokemon Go? As a Pokemon fan from way back, nothing has made me happier than the chance to update my pokedex, get out there and meet other like minded nerds. We’re adorable. Think of us like asexual doggers, wandering around parks and scenic routes,looking for invisible […]

Period, period, period, period, period. Are you comfortable with it yet? When I was 17 years old I tried to send my brother to the local pharmacy because I needed tampons. Before he could step out of the door I could hear a mumbled conversation and then a resounding WHAT, before he was loudly told […]

Goodbye Europe. I always loved being inside you. Since Thursday’s vote I’ve been a whirlwind of emotions. Mainly disbelief and embarrassment. I didn’t vote for Cameron and can’t say I’m sorry to see him go. But I was able to put my personal feelings aside to vote for something I believed in. A unified Europe. Unlike […]

I think I am 95% desensitised to penis. When I was younger and I used to worry that my enjoyment of uber violent films meant that I could find myself in a Die Hard style scenario, and would simply sellotape a pen knife to my back and throw myself into the mix without batting an eyelid. It was […]